A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl sighed. Although her skin was a little darker and her appearance was not outstanding, her eyes were particularly bright.
"Brother Gu."
"The firewood from Sister Ayin's house has been piled up into a mountain!"
The little girl is A Nan.
Although her cultivation talent is not top, she has a sense of persistence and persistence in her bones. Just like she was doing that piece of flesh back then, she naturally had all her strength in her practice. With Gu Han spared no effort to help her, her cultivation had already been
After entering the Lingxuan Realm, if Gu Han had not deliberately controlled it, he might have been able to improve two major realms.
"You don't understand."
After hearing A Nan's words.
Gu Han smiled.
"I'm practicing."
"Cutting wood is also counting?"
"certainly."
Gu Han kept moving.
"Chop wood, cook, embroidery... these are all considered practice."
Nearly ten years of life for mortals.
He had completely lost his previous avant-garde, and his temperament became more simple and restrained. Anyone who saw him would regard him as an ordinary mortal.
"Brother Gu."
A Nan didn't understand.
"Are you a monk before?"
Under Gu Han's indoctrination.
She was no longer the ignorant little girl back then. She had a certain understanding of the things in the world of cultivation and understood that there were really no immortals in the world, only monks.
"yes."
Gu Han nodded.
"Are you awesome?"
"It's okay."
"How powerful is it?"
A Nan became interested in an instant.
From childhood to adulthood, Gu Han was her only idol.
"Remember?"
Gu Han thought about it.
"What I told you, those geniuses, and geniuses..."
"Wow!"
A Nan looked admiring.
"Brother Gu, you are also a genius, so awesome!"
"No."
Gu Han shook his head.
"I only kill the genius."
A Nan:...
puff!
A chuckle came.
The witch walked out of the hut, looked at Gu Han with a angrily look, then came to her, with a gentle expression, skillfully and carefully dusted the dust on him, "I made a new piece of clothing for you, a while
Try changing it."
Said.
He handed a robe to Gu Han.
Although it is still a coarse cloth, the stitches are fine and well-tailed, which obviously takes a lot of thought.
"snort!"
A Nan was a little dissatisfied.
"Sister Ayin is so biased!"
"I made one for you, too."
"whee."
A Nan changed her face instantly and smiled happily, "Thank you Sister A Yin, I know you are the best for me!"
At this time.
The old man walked in from the outside with a fish basket on his back.
In the past, when he saw Gu Han, he always talked about the betrothal gift for a while. Later, Gu Han became accustomed to it. If he didn't listen a day, he always felt that something was missing. But today the old man was a little abnormal. Not only did he not talk, he didn't even talk.
Say one thing.
Put down the fish basket.
He sat on a wooden pier and looked at the witch lovingly.
"Ayin."
"Today, it's the last time my grandfather caught you fish."
Hearing words.
A trace of pale suddenly appeared on the witch's face.
This day.
Still coming?
"Why?"
On the contrary, A Nan didn't understand a little and asked.
The old man sighed.
"Grandpa, I'm leaving."
Those who die of death will feel that their deadline is coming, and he is no exception.
Over the years.
With the secret help of the witch and Gu Han, although he did not have the qualifications to practice, he still had no illness and was strong and healthy. It was just the life span, but it could not be changed. A powerful person like Fu Dahai,
There is no way, he can only hope for the longevity fruit, let alone a mortal?
"Walk?"
A Nan didn't understand a little.
“Where to go?”
The old man smiled, but did not answer, but looked at Gu Han.
"How long have you been to Wang Village?"
“It’s been over nine years.”
Gu Han's tone was a little low.
He had experienced it himself, and no one knew better than him that life expectancy was approaching but helpless.
"Nine years."
The witch whispered: "Seven months and three days."
"Ayin, this kid."
The old man seemed to be trapped in memories.
"I have been in a miserable life since I was a child. My parents have long disappeared. I have a serious illness again and I almost lost my life. In the past, I was a bad old man who could still take care of her, but now I am leaving...
Who will take care of her..."
Gu Han's expression was dazed for a moment.
On that day.
In that illusion.
This is what Mo Chenyin said when she was dying.
Actually, A Yuan is good.
It’s fine with the sound of the ink dust.
The experiences of the two are surprisingly similar.
"I!"
He looked straight at the old man.
"I can take care of her!"
"You boy is not honest!"
The old man laughed and scolded, "Don't think I don't know. You pull my Ayin secretly to watch the moon every now and then... Haha, are you watching the moon? Old man, I just turned a blind eye. You really
Think I'm confused?"
Gu Han is both funny and sad.
This old man turned out to be a personal sage.
"today."
The old man slowly stood up, grabbed the witch's hand, and placed it in Gu Han's hand.
"I'll hand Ayin over to you."
"grandfather……"
The witch felt sad.
Although she had known that she would be back this day, she still couldn't accept it.
"Don't worry!"
Gu Han held her hand tightly.
"I will take good care of her!"
"Where is the stuff?"
The old man was a little dissatisfied.
"I've been chanting next to your ears for ten years, are you not ready yet?"
bride price.
He has been muttering for ten years, but it has become an obsession in his heart.
It's also the only obsession.
"grandfather."
The witch glanced at Gu Han.
"Actually not..."
"have!"
But Gu Han nodded suddenly.
He didn't want the old man to leave with regret.
The long sword is not suitable.
Pills and the like are not suitable.
Thinking about it.
He took out a yellow-brown Bodhi seed from his arms and handed it to the old man.
"Old man, do you think it's okay?"
This Bodhis seed.
He had already taken it out.
After studying for nearly ten years, he still couldn't see any clues. He suspected that he was fooled by the old monk several times.
"become!"
The old man laughed.
"Just have this kind of heart! You kid, why don't you take it out sooner!"
Said.
He snatched Bodhi Sect and handed it to the witch.
"Okay, no regrets!"
"Without me, old man, you two can go to enjoy the moon with ease!"
After doing this,
He seemed a little tired, sat on the wooden pier again, glanced at the fish basket, and then looked at the witch. Wen Yan reminded him: "Eat while it's fresh."
After saying that.
His eyes closed gently and passed away suddenly.
A wow sound.
A Nan cried out in an instant.
She already understood what had happened. Seeing that an old man who was like her own grandfather had passed away, it was hard to suppress the sadness in her heart.
A trace of sadness flashed in Gu Han's eyes.
Life is a lifetime.
The plants and trees are in autumn.
The most difficult thing is separation from life, and the most painful thing is separation from death.
This was the first time he had experienced the distress and helplessness of being a mortal.
In the mind.
The seed that he had polished for ten years quietly broke and a tender bud emerged.
...
In the forbidden area.
In front of the hut.
The old man was holding the wooden stick in his hand, motionless, and left Zi Chongming, and he kept in this position without moving.
Suddenly.
He seemed to have sensed something.
The head tilted a little for a moment and looked deep in the forbidden area.
In an instant.
A trace of overbearing sword intent scattered out of his body, within a radius of a hundred feet, the hut, the weird fog, the bones... everything was strangled by the sword intent, and it all turned into powder!
“It’s not enough.”
He whispered.
So I no longer pay attention to the situation in the distance.
Deep in the forbidden area.
As Luo Wushuang and Gu Tian left, the vortex portal had been calm for several months, but it suddenly trembled violently at this moment. As the fog rolled, one figure after another came out and stepped onto the continent.